The memorial next to the sculptures.
The metal shoes set into the bank.
Europe has many witch sites, death camps
But outside our Parliament have we this?
A silent sculpture so small it would sliver
The diamond calluses of the narrow hearted.
Where the home-grown Hungarian Nazi’s murdered
Their ain-the Danube still flows, pushes
atween Buda and Pest.
Children, parents flung to their death
Their protection for delicate feet is left.
The grandiosity of Parliament and castle
Whimpers to fit the infant slipper.
When you step beyond your own gate, you face a million enemies.
During the hardest training it has been safer than the crowded city street
On the Irish Sea in turmoil it has been calmer than a near empty pub.
Enemies and chance respect neither rank nor riches
The sliver of black ice or a tool held carelessly can end
Integrity of shine and purpose can be its own kamae*
Vibrating thus as a hummingbird before tension.
Be transformed and facing forward. Still.
Kelty Woman causes stramash at wedding before
Ainster boy turns fish supper into £10 million pounds in bearer bonds
Glenrothes granny has waiver from Care Home to be MSP for Defence
Cupar Headteacher gets nominated for classical opera’s highest award.
A bampot of a Burntisland individual has destroyed the new Forth crossing
A raging Rosyth bairn has eyeballs tattooed with the Dunfermline players’ names
While a flounder the size of Edinburgh is found in Falkland estate pond.
The true Stone of Destiny has been found on Tentsmuir beach
A pensioner from St Andrews has adopted Donald Trump
Trump settles to being a St Andrews caddie.
*Inspired by an actual recent headline from a Fife newspaper; stramash-fight/scene; bampot-fool; bairn-child; MSP-Member of the Scottish Parliament-sadly now with extra Members deluded enough to think Independence is a bad idea.
Like a turn of a porpoise in the Moray Firth
A svelte arc of flesh in blue and spent foam
Thierry Henry turned dribbled, led the ball on toes like gold leaf
To set alight the firmament of this Fife soil
The Dunfermline team* left like koi beached from their pool.
In the week Johan Cruyff deed, a demi-god taen
A thocht o the Barcelona an Arsenal bullet’s veesit
Pace, pooer an aw the rest o the skills;
Sumtimes the game is less important
The reality of whit cuin be fer the human frame an speerit
Runs an runs ta gang free…
* A pre-season visit to Dunfermline Athletic Football Club by Arsenal.
Think of the opponents’ hands and feet as swords.
In a fishing village sometimes you are in an ebb
The violence this new student unleashed
Saw our high school wake up.
He showed as a cornered animal would
Rage tearing at any person near
Breath held while a paroxysm endured.
No opponent ready to cut
Can show what jagged cup
Was drank from inside and bleeds them.
Meeting such and other distempers-
A quiet leaving, politeness
Not a space of doubt, a hairline breath.
The outcome of a battle depends on how one handles emptiness and fullness (weakness and strength)
And no man or woman does not fear
That even victory negates no sunspots or their feet of clay
As water flows from Munro to moor
Your enemy and your attitude give narrative to strategy.
Like the May Island breaking the Firth of Forth swell
Is the question
The need for any battle?
The silent and temple courage of many
Never see a dojo, never relish command
Yet they would teach you wisdom
Deeper than any kata, any perfect punch.
Make Adjustments According to Your Opponent
As the Falls of Dochart caress rock and pinnacle
So like those waters
Meld bane and mind to tell
Feet and body move as ane*.
In combat it means no fear
Jump off Aonach Eagach*
Seek that calm beyond danger.
Life it means timing, rhythm
Then, before and inside the storm
Ane=one; AE=the ridge in Glencoe
Ane=one; AE=the ridge in Glencoe